poem – a love song

Reject me not if I should say to you
I do forget the sounding of your voice,
I do forget your eyes that searching through
The mists perceive our marriage, and rejoice.

Yet, when the apple-blossom opens wide
Under the pallid moonlight’s fingering,
I see your blanched face at my breast, and hide
My eyes from diligent work, malingering.

Ah, then, upon my bedroom I do draw
The blind to hide the garden, where the moon
Enjoys the open blossoms as they straw
Their beauty for his taking, boon for boon.

And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast,
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest.

And I do toss through the troubled night for you,
Dreaming your yielded mouth is given to mine,
Feeling your strong breast carry me on into
The peace where sleep is stronger even than wine.

Poem – A Love Song – Confucius 

The moon comes forth, bright in the sky;

 A lovelier sight to draw my eye 

Is she, that lady fair. 

She round my heart has fixed love’s chain, 

But all my longings are in vain. 

‘Tis hard the grief to bear. 
The moon comes forth, a splendid sight; 

More winning far that lady bright, 

Object of my desire! 

Deep-seated is my anxious grief; 

In vain I seek to find relief; 

While glows the secret fire. 
The rising moon shines mild and fair; 

More bright is she, whose beauty rare 

My heart with longing fills. 

With eager wish I pine in vain; 

O for relief from constant pain, 

Which through my bosom thrills!